While sitting on the bench, watching the cars pass, I saw the
flickering light of a lamp post send its photons bouncing on
another bench. On that bench was a woman reading a book, a HUGE
book. T’was the kind of book you can’t get anymore. Heavy, with
uneven pages and a thick leather cover. She raised here head and
smiled at me. The lamp post suddenly stoped emitting light. Then
another car passed an shone its lights on the bench which was now

Have I gone crazy, I thought while walking back to my apartment,
Inhaling the fresh air of the night, I tried to keep my mind in

That’s when I saw Ernest.

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